One path seems to end. He sits. And he sees life continuing in another form. The same energy that flowed and ended as water, now flows and rises as clouds.

Sometimes wisdom arises after we have reached a limit or let something go

In middle years I came to love the Dao (Way)
When the mood comes, I go for a walk alone.

I walk up to where the water runs out [is exhausted]

And sit to watch the moment the clouds effortlessly arise [being born]

Wang Wei, 701–761 CE, Tang Dynasty poet, painter, and devout Buddhist, Final Retreat at Zhongnan